Boys Will Be Boys - Their First Time

by Mickey Erlach

  After the formalities, Mike walked Noah to his new room; a small antiseptic rectangle with a full-size bed, a beige wood 1930s dresser in remarkably good condition and hardwood floors that clicked when he stepped on them with his new hollow heeled black leather half boots. The bed popped with fitted white sheets, two beige pillows and a white duvet cover. So unlike the rest of the wallpapered apartment; the white walls calmed Noah’s senses.

  “I like that everything is so neutral,” Noah said, “simple, solid shades of beige and white. This is perfect, too.”

  Mike shrugged his shoulders when he opened the closet. “It’s not much, but compared to other NY co-ops, it’s not all the bad either.”

  Noah peered inside. The closet resembled a meager bookcase with a door. No pole that ran from end to end, just a row of four hooks on the back wall where you could hang clothing in short, compact stacks, maybe three or four jackets to a hook, if that.

  “You know,” said Noah, putting his index finger to his bottom lip, “this is fine, too. I’m not a huge clothes horse, and I can make this work.”

  “The rest of the apartment is pretty self-explanatory,” said Mike, “living room, dining area, kitchen … but there’s a really great terrace off the living room. Semi-private, with a great view, where you can sunbathe in the nude if you want.”

  “Semi-private?”

  “There’s a teenage boy in the building across the street who likes to watch us and beat off, but he’s harmless … kind of cute in a way,” said Mike.

  “Oh well,” Noah said, but he was already thinking about how to put on a show for the horny little guy.

  Mike handed Noah a key to the apartment, and Noah handed him a check for two months rent. And then Mike explained that he and the other guys were meeting some friends in Brooklyn that afternoon to work on some sort of fundraiser, but would be home for dinner. He invited Noah to join them around seven, as sort of a welcome dinner, and Noah gladly accepted.

  It only took a half hour or so to unpack, so he decided to take a walk over to The Park to see if he could get a job waiting tables as soon as possible. Taking the elevator down to the lobby, nodding at the doorman as he headed toward the street, Noah couldn’t believe that he was actually now living in Manhattan. Tenth avenue streamed with gay men – some walking dogs, some walking hand-in-hand, most stopping to stare at his ass while he passed by. Dick for the taking as far as the eye could see. It wasn’t the prettiest section of the city, with trees and cute little shops, but the energy in Chelsea suggested newness and excitement; as though it had all been very carefully planned out ahead of time.

  Though the fat, bald manager of The Park told Noah there weren’t any openings, he did lead him back to his office, beyond the busy waiters in black and white outfits, for a brief interview just in case one of his staff quit unexpectedly. The dark atmosphere, harsh and sophisticated, portended urban doom. There were more rusted bars and chipped concrete tables than Noah could take in at a glance; filled with a muffled sound of voices mixed with the clinking and clanking of dishes. The hapless lunch crowd appeared gay and straight; some sitting at the bars, others off to the side at small round tables. Waist-high, shelf-like areas lined the walls where people could stand and drink and talk; fast music with a techno beat banged against the concrete so loudly you had to shout to be heard. But this wasn’t a cruise bar; just a place to eat and congregate before or after cruising. Next to the manager’s office were two outsized glass doors that led to a conservatory type eating area that looked as though it would be awkward at best, and very moist on a rainy day.

  After the interview, Noah walked the neighborhood. He came close to getting picked up by a middle-aged guy with short gray hair and tight jeans who’d taken his Boston bull terrier to the little doggie park on Tenth Avenue. When the horny guy noticed Noah, he began to casually wet his lips with his tongue, slowly and cautiously sliding long fingers across his crotch. Though Noah would have enjoyed a quick fuck, he realized it was after six, and he didn’t want to be late for his first dinner with his new roommates. Actually, he was tremendously curious about the three guys; clearly they all shared the same bed, but there was something peculiar going on there; they were all too much alike – no sense of balance.

  He thought of stopping at a bakery to buy dessert, but then thought twice when he remembered how fit the guys were; men who clearly didn’t eat cake. So he opted for a bouquet of white roses at the Korean Grocery instead. He decided to be cautious; watch and learn how urban gay men interacted with each other; and not to make any mistakes that might make him look foolish.

  That night, before dinner, the three men toasted their new roommate with martinis.

  “Just a small, informal cocktail hour,” Mike said, “to show you how glad we are to have you here, Noah.”

  There was a small rectangle of pate, surrounded by neatly sliced wedges of dark bread, set out on a crystal dish on the glass coffee table. Angelo nibbled, and Noah tasted, but it was a waste of food. Though Noah felt left out, the guys did their best to include him. By eight o’clock, they went to the dining section of the living room and on a two inch thick glass table, with Noah’s white roses perfectly arranged in a Waterford crystal vase, Mike served large Caesar salads with grilled chicken and capers on white Wedgwood plates. There were black leather placemats and black linen napkins with thin gold threads running through them. The guys spoke about their day in Brooklyn, and Noah mentioned his interview at The Park. Nothing about this place reminded Noah of his mother’s Quaker lace table cloth spread over his grandmother’s old mahogany table; the black linen so unlike the paper napkins he was used to placing on his lap. Not to mention the thought of eating dinner at eight. Why his mother wouldn’t think of putting the meatloaf on the table later than six.

  After dinner (Noah cleaned his plate; the others left half) three went back to the living room for Port; Angelo cleaned the table as it was his turn that night. Now, Noah wasn’t exactly off the turnip truck, and he did have a good education with a degree from an outstanding university, but he wasn’t quite sure about the Port. So when Mike offered it to him in a small crystal wine glass, he accepted gladly and sat on one of the black lather chairs that faced the sofa.

  “God, Dude, port makes me so horny,” said Randy, placing the palm of his hand on Mike’s ass and giving it a hard squeeze.

  “Be a good boy,” said Mike, as he sat opposite Noah on the leather sofa, “You don’t want to scare Noah away.”

  “I don’t wanna be a good boy,” Randy teased, winking at Noah.

  Noah sipped his drink, not knowing how to react. The Port tasted slightly sweet, with a rich thickness that reminded him of wine syrup. But he liked it; and Mike was only too willing to pour him a second.

  “I’m going into the bedroom to get out of these clothes and get comfortable,” said Randy. He had a naughty-boy twinkle in his eye.

  Mike smiled at Noah. “I should have warned you about this. We are strictly clothing optional here. On a normal night all three of us would be walking around in our underwear, jock straps, or, most likely completely naked. We’re being polite because it’s your first night with us.”

  Noah wondered if he were being tested. “Not a problem. You guys do exactly what you normally do … I want to fit in.”

  A moment later, Randy returned wearing nothing but a white oversized T-shirt that stopped just at the top of his thighs. No underwear; Noah could tell by the way Randy’s dick bounced around beneath the sheer cotton. His legs were strong and solid, like a runner’s, covered with coarse black hair that seemed to thin out a bit toward his crotch.

  “Can I have a foot massage?” Randy asked Mike. He sat down at the other end of the sofa, spread his long hairy legs out and rested his giant feet on Mikes lap.

  “I guess I don’t have a choice,” Mike said. He leaned over, stuck out his tongue and then ran it all the way up the bottom of Randy’s big foot.

  “Hey, I’m next,” Angelo shouted. Obviously
he’d finished clearing the table and stacking the dishwasher, and taken the time to slip into a pair of sheer black boxer briefs. He wore no shirt; just the see-through briefs. Noah tried not to stare but couldn’t help it; noticing Angelo had a thick, uncut dick. He wasn’t very hairy except for a slight dark fleece on his legs.

  “You’ll get your turn,” Randy said, and then lifted the white T-shirt over his head so that he was totally naked, with a nine inch erection resting on his stomach. A long dick, with a thick vein.

  Mike stared at Noah. “Are you okay with this? I mean, we’re not getting too informal … don’t want you to run out the door screaming or anything.”

  Noah smiled. “I’m fine, Mike.” The Port helped, but his fists were clenched, and he wasn’t quite sure what to think. Was it normal for these guys to be walking around naked on his first night, rubbing each other? Licking feet? Cock’s bouncing around? After all, he was still a perfect stranger, and they weren’t leaving much to the imagination. Needless to say, his cock was now rock hard.

  Mike let go of Randy’s big feet and stood from the sofa. He stretched his arms in the air and then began to remove all of his clothing, too. His erection was full and thick like Randy’s. Angelo, who’s dick was also popping from the sheer mesh briefs, walked over to where he was standing and wrapped his hand all the way around it. Mike leaned forward, grabbed Angelo by the back of the head, and stuck his tongue all the way into Angelo’s open mouth. By that time Noah’s cock pulsed, and he couldn’t take his glazed eyes off the men.

  Randy stood, pressed his cock against Angelo’s ass crack, and said, “Let’s go into the bedroom, men.”

  Mike pulled away from Angelo. “Noah, we don’t mind if you follow.”

  Noah’s cock ached from beneath the fabric of his khaki slacks, and when he stood to follow them into the bedroom it stuck straight out as though it had pitched a tent. His knees were shaking; his body on the verge of trembling. It felt as though he were in a dream – three hot guys with big dicks inviting him to join them in what could only be described as a scene from one of his favorite porn flicks. And, so different from the sex he’d always known in the back seat of Mike’s Chevy.

  The bedroom was dramatic and stark, with more Florence Broadhurst wallpaper that reminded Noah of red Florentine swirls curling and twining into an endless infinity. No art work; just the wallpaper. Gold silk sheets, with matching duvet and pillows, covered the king sized bed. The hardwood floor gleamed in subtle light, shining from two crystal lamps on either side of the bed perched on matching mirrored stands. On the far right wall, a large, uncovered glass door led to the terrace; on the other side of the room a white upholstered antique sofa with a silk throw cover tossed over the back sat on its own. Other than that, the room was bare; the focus of the room centered on the wallpaper, and the men who sucked dick – everything else was insignificant.

  The guys slowly crawled into bed; Noah cautiously began to remove his clothes while they watched.

  Mike reached out to him with his right hand. “C’mon, Noah. Don’t be afraid.”

  Noah tried to smile, but his lips were frozen. He reached out with his hand, and Mike guided him toward the center of the bed. He rested between Mike and Randy; Angelo was to the left of Randy, and so Noah wouldn’t feel left out, he leaned across Randy’s torso, holding Randy’s dick with his left hand and began to lick Noah’s full erection. While Angelo licked, both Mike and Randy leaned forward and stuck their tongues into Noah’s mouth. Noah stretched his arms wide, wrapped them around the shoulders of both strong men, and stuck out his tongue, so both men could taste it. Then, in a bold, but completely instinctive move, Noah lifted both his smooth legs, spread them wide and lowered them over Mike and Randy’s bodies. A clear invitation for Angelo to begin fingering Noah’s pink hole.

  Mike smiled. “Are you a bottom?” He was rubbing his palms together.

  Noah stared at him, unsure how to reply. “Why? And why are you smiling like that?”

  Randy laughed, and Mike said, “There’s one thing I didn’t tell you about us … not the most important thing about us, but something you should know. We love each other very much, and share everything about our lives, but while we have learned to be versatile in bed, we all prefer being on top.”

  “Yeah, man,” Randy said, “Sometimes we even draw straws to see who’s going to get plowed.”

  “Sometimes we just mark the calendar, and we each take turns on the bottom for a week,” Angelo said. He was still holding Noah’s cock; licking the shaft between words.

  Noah’s eye’s bugged. He wasn’t completely sure about versatile, dominant top or submissive bottom, but he had a good idea what it all meant. With his old Mike it had all been so clear. Mike would always be the one to fuck. But Noah wasn’t an idiot; and he wasn’t a liar either.

  “Guys,” he said, “I’ve only had one man in my life so far. He was married, and we only screwed around secretly in the backseat of his car, but I can promise you all, without hesitation, I’m strictly a bottom.” Then he arched his back and spread his legs as wide as they would go to prove to the boys he was willing to please them all.

  Angelo rose to his knees and shouted, “Yes, look how he arches his back!” while he made a fist and pulled his arm down as though he were pulling a string to get off at his bus stop.

  Mike grinned, with a naughty gleam in his eyes. “Men, looks like we got us a sweet little package here.”

  “I wanna go in first,” Randy said, rising from the pillow and practically pushing Angelo out of the way.

  “Now, play nice boys,” Mike said, “You don’t want to scare him off on the first night.”

  Noah reached for Mike’s cock and said, “Guys, I think there’s plenty to go around.”

  There was foreplay that seemed to last an eternity. Mike shoved his cock into Randy’s mouth while Noah took a full mouthful from Randy. Angelo continued to lick and suck Noah’s dick, and eventually wound up eating his ass, getting it soaked and spongy and ready for three big dicks. When both Mike and Randy decided to press their dicks to Noah’s mouth he gobbled both cock heads at the same time. Though both dicks were too large to suck off together, he managed to take care of both guys without playing favorites.

  For the first time, he realized that all cock tastes unique; Randy’s lingered with salt and vinegar, while Mike’s big dick reminded him of peppered meat. When Angelo sat on his chest and pressed his dark uncut cock to Noah’s face it was amazingly sweet with a hint of apple vinegar. Noah couldn’t resist running his tongue under the foreskin. Though his previous Mike had preferred fucking, and shooting up his ass, every now and then, Noah had taken Mike’s load in his mouth, too. He liked the taste of cum, and tried to suck as much pre-cum from the guys as he could. Angelo wasn’t much of a pre-cummer, but Randy and Mike were, and when they saw how Noah was lapping up the juice they began to milk themselves so that Noah had big drops to swallow.

  At one point, when the action was heading toward a peak, Mike rose, placed his palm on Noah’s stomach and guided him into a fuck position. Noah didn’t hesitate. In the middle of the bulky bed, with two guys at his side and one coming up behind, he went down on all fours doggie style and arched his back so that his smooth ass would be high in the air.

  “You really want dick, man, don’t you?” Randy teased.

  “Yeah, c’mon guys,” Noah whispered playfully, leaning over so that he could lick Randy’s hairy legs. Long, sloppy licks, sticking his tongue all the way out, so he could taste the thick fur from ankle to the thigh. He liked Randy’s sense of humor; his bad boy attitude reminded him of the old Mike.

  Mike, who was now slapping cock on Noah’s smooth ass, slowly pressed the head to the pink opening. Because he hated getting fucked, and dick up his own ass had always hurt so much, he expected Noah to flinch, or wince when the head entered. But to his shock Noah moaned in ecstasy, and his sweet little hole swallowed the big dick as though he had a vacuum up his ass. Actually, Noah didn�
��t even wait for Mike to push the big dick all the way in; he instinctively backed into it and began to ride with Mike’s large hands holding his waist; guiding him all the way in and all the way out. Mike clenched Noah’s thin waist, his eyes bugged. Usually the guys he’d fucked didn’t like it when the cock pulled all the way out and then was shoved back in again; they said it was painful and made them feel like they had to take a shit. But not for Noah, his ass begged for it – to be shoved and rammed as hard as possible, too.

  While Mike banged hard, Noah began to take turns sucking off the other two, taking their big dicks all the way to the back of his throat and moaning while the other big dick filled his hole.

  Randy, always the kinky one, leaned over and whispered into Noah’s ear, “Do you like dirty talk, dude?”

  With Angelo’s dick in his mouth he nodded, and Randy began to whisper all the things he’d always dreamed guys would do to him. “That’s a good boy, take that big fucking cock. We’re all gonna get a piece of that pretty ass … shoot our fucking seed right up that pretty fuck hole. You’re a good little bitch, a good little whore who loves to take big cock up your ass. Don’t you, boy?”